LOVE THE CUPU
Chapter-54~LOVE SI CUPU
One minute, two minutes, five minutes. Khanza's message never returned Arif's reply. "Basic! just sent a message many times, the turn in the old reply back," grumbled Khanza bit the end of the pillow.
Khanza decided to call Arif, find his girlfriend's contact and put a phone button on his screen. However, there was no time to call, there was a reply notification on his HP.
Sorry, baby, just got to bales. I'm eating in the same cafeteria as Faizal, Randra, Dea. Dong dambeknya, make me added kangen tau nak. Later tonight we call as much, huh? it's class time.
Love you my honey.
Khanza kissed his poncel screen many times. The feeling of happiness after reading the message spread to the bottom of the heart. Forgetting the sulking effect, Khanza now went down to approach the Mama.
Climbing the marble-floored staircase, Khanza dragged his feet slowly. He was able to do activities at the time, but the doctor's advice to tell a lot of rest to make it confined in the room. It's been 5 hours Khanza just lying in bed, pretty boring for him. He decided to take a walk in his house for a while.
"Ma! What's your mom cooking again?" khanza asked as she approached her mother in the kitchen.
"Khanza's! come on down, kid."
"Bored, Mom. I'm okay, anyway, Ma."
"Yes already. You sit there, this is Mama making porridge for you."
Khanza pulled a chair at the dining table, landed his ass there. His eyes continued to follow the movements of the mother who was struggling in the kitchen. Although there was a maid in the house, Mama Khanza preferred to cook herself for her family. Sometimes Khanza asked the Mama to help him so that Khanza would not be stiff if faced with cooking utensils. Whatever the nature of a woman, they should be able to be in the kitchen for her husband.
"Za, what, right here, deck?" Zihan threw a question when he found his sister-in-law in the kitchen.
"Bored Sister. Mulu's fall."
"Hahaha, yes, Dek. That rebound doesn't taste good all the time."
Zihan sat down next to Khanza as Mama Vina gave the porridge to the two. Mama Vina asked Zihan to also eat porridge because at a young age of pregnancy she needed a lot of Nutrition intake. Zihan and Khanza ate the porridge made by Mama Vina greedily so as not to leave the rest in their bowl.
After eating Khanza asked the mother to return to the room. Initially Khanza whined asking for his rest just below. However, when Mama Vina issued a nagging style, anyone in the house would be afraid and choose to obey the order of the Queen Mother. Playing online games from his laptop, Khanza was amused, forgetting about his surroundings.
"Seru too. It's been a long time" Khanza murmured.
Khanza continued to struggle with the game, to the point of not hearing the notifications several times from his poncel. Shouting, cursing and laughing gleefully in his own room, until without feeling dusk already greeting out there.
Snorting loudly as his laptop battery was weak, Khanza looked up. The round wall clock shows the number six with a long needle piercing precisely at the number twelve. It's dusk. Khanza started dragging his feet down from his padded bed. Filling the laptop battery, Khanza stepped towards the bathroom. He forgot the poncel that had been beeping for a reply from his lentic fingers.
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Arif had not touched the guitar in his room for a long time, since he was busy dealing with 'Cinta Si Cupu' the young man was just busy with his jealousy of Khanza. Take a guitar and bring it to the balcony of his room. Befriending a cup of black coffee and snacks on the table, Arif enjoys a drizzling view in the late afternoon. Arif deliberately arrange his balcony as comfortable as possible. Put two chairs flanking a small table in the middle, and some ornamental plants deliberately attached to the balcony guardrail. The young man sat himself on a hanging swing made of black-painted rattan. Raising as much air as possible Arif began strumming guitar strings and chanting verse by verse songs from Last Child. Lyrics by lyrics of the song Evidence is quite representative of the heart of an Arif Saputra Wijaya.
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Winning my heart is not
One easy thing
You managed to make
'I can't live without you
Keeping that love is not
One easy thing
Yet not even a second
You turned away from me
Lucky for me
Owned you
You are evidence
You become harmonious when I sing
The light and darkness of this life
You are the most beautiful form
From good god to me
Time doesn't touch your beauty
You're the greatest woman to me
Please, you keep that in mind
Tearing down my ego is not
One easy thing
With tender love you break
Hardness of my heart
Lucky for me
Owned you
Carrying the song with full of fantasy, imagining the face of the cupu lover who is able to tear down his ego. His memory slide with Khanza revolves around how patient and powerful the power of love that endures amid burning emotions. The tender love of a little girl is able to win the hardness of an Arif's heart. Now the axis of his life is focused on the idol, promising himself to continue to look after Khanza wholeheartedly. Trying to give the best for the lover of the heart.
You are the most beautiful form
From good god to me
Time doesn't touch your beauty
You're the greatest woman to me
please, you keep that in mind
I'm sorry, Za. If all this time still can not give the best for you. Forgive me, if all this time still describes the pain in your heart. I promise, Za, after this will always take care of you. Love you my cup girl.
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As the disk of the sun slowly disappears from the horizon. The red glow (shafak) began to fade away with the dark of the night. Drizzle still faithfully accompany the twilight sky. Arif stopped the vibration of the guitar beam in the embrace, completing the melodious chant that came out from her beautiful lips.
Leaning the guitar beside the swing, Arif moved to a chair in the corner. Sipping the coffee that began to cool, Arif reached into the pocket of his knee-length black pants. Checking the phone if there is a reply message from your beloved lover.
A smile rose from the lips of a handsome man wrapped in a short-sleeved plain T-shirt, biceps muscles poking out from his two stocky hands. Moreover, that can make him smile besides getting a reply to a message from Khanza. Stepping into the room with eyes and hands focused on the poncel screen, Arif almost fell to the floor, tripping over the end of the carpet in his room. Throwing his body on his back on the mattress, Arif smiled himself in reply to a message with the lover.
Khanza was able to tear apart his world. Laughing when their relationship is fine, the emotions when jealousy strikes, can also shed tears when they see lying helpless.
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